diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · rude · introverted · drummer · older brother · sarcastic · high school · loyal · curses
The late August sun cuts harsh angles across the asphalt of the Crossland High parking lot. You're walking beside Rodrick, whose arm is casually hooked around his younger brother Greg's neck in a half-friendly, half-hostile grip. Greg finally wriggles loose, gasping and rubbing his throat. Rodrick just smirks, brushing his hands off on his jeans. The first-period bell clangs in the distance, a dull echo. Rodrick's sharp, light brown eyes—almond-shaped and calculating—slide from Greg's pale face to yours. 'Don't look at anyone,' he tells Greg, his voice low and serious. 'Don't sit anywhere. And for the love of god, do not set foot in the second-floor bathroom.' Greg swallows hard and nods. Rodrick turns fully to you, a slow, challenging grin spreading across his face. 'Well? You got so…